Brewing

On several different levels, things are brewing in my mind and in our home.

At a heart level, challenged by my current Bible study (Believing God) to read Romans 4 (all of it) 20 times this month is brewing a belief sytem stronger than Army coffee--a belief that truly
I am justified by faith and not by works. After spending most of my adult life up till
now trying to help Jesus atone for my sins, I am now almost fully persuaded that He alone
has already done it UNAIDED.

Confidence is brewing that I am going to be okay without my beloved Sarah at home this summer. At least I don't well up with tears every time I think of the physical distance between us. (By the way, she would LOVE mail. If you want her address, please let me know. She has no internet service except on Saturday evening at her host family's house. Her phone doesn't get a signal out in the boonies where she is, so verbal communication is severely limited. She would especially love children's notes and art to decorate her bunk area with.)

Excitement over getting a bathroom makeover this weekend is brewing. We've had the new vanity sitting in our garage a while, as well as the cool copper faucet shaped like an old-fashioned pump handle, but it has been missing a deck plate that the company has kept promising and failing to deliver. Paul and I don't believe they'll make good on their now-August date, so we're heading out tonight to find a new faucet that will do with the new vanity. This was the faucet Sarah picked out for the half-bath, so we'll just hold onto it for whenever her daddy decides to update the kids' bathroom. ("One project at a time" is his motto, but once he starts, he is a Clydesdale.)

A post is brewing, one about my observations of the similarities and differences between homeschoolers and non-homeschoolers. Having had homeschooled for 15 years with and without a co-op versus teaching other people's kids every day for an entire year has certainly given me plenty of material to write about.

Ideas and plans are brewing in my head for next year's study of world geography and art. I know, I know, I just finished this year. I'm nuts. Nuts about certain subjects and how to make them equally thrilling to young minds.

What to wear to a beach wedding? is the question brewing in my thoughts. My nephew is getting married at Rehoboth in a couple weeks. I can hardly wait, but the only thing I have to wear is too big. I love saying that. "It's too big!"

See the smile brewing on my face?